For a thousand years the Devil crouched On the white hot flags of hell:
For a thousand years the Devil cursed The imps that had chained him well;
For a thousand years the Devil sulked And planned with his hell-trained
Of the things ...
As one who lays aside a task, where one has ruled alone,
I lay aside the crown of hell, and give to you my throne;
As one who feels his race is run, whose day is of the past,
I recognize your genius, and abdicate at last
As long as lure o' placer gold Brings North the best ye breed,
As long as tales of camps and trails Are planted with your seed,
As long as red blood courses thru And warms adventure's sons,
They'll sally forth, bound for the North, ...
A man that's spent years knocking round "out in front" Has most usually had lots of pals--He's mixed up with pardners at various times And he's had his affairs with the gals
Now, a pardner's peculiar in lots of his ways And he'll di...
Where the ragged, snow-capped saw tooth Cuts the azure of the
And watches o'er the lonely land As ages wander by;
Where the sentinel pines in grandeur Murmur to the glacier
As it, ice-gorged, gluts the canyon, Never brightened by th...
The dream of the white man ever goes out To the fight that can never be won,
And ever he plans to do the things That they say can never be done
It's seldom he values the things that are, What he craves he never may gain,
But ever he...
When the stars from the skies have fallen And the smoke of the world's cleared away;
When Saint Peter marks "30" in Life's Book And we meet there on Judgment Day;
When our trials and troubles are ended And we're wise to the bes...
The home of the tin can and dog,
A waste of snow, ice, and moss
The graveyard of ambitions,
The by-word for hell,
If you can hit the trail in zero weather And laugh at frozen hand, or foot or face;
If you can eat your dogs, and still keep moving And beat the rest, and hold the stampede's pace;
If you can stake and dig alone, unaided And hold your gr...
This Land is the orphan kiddie Of the group with their stars in the Flag,
And it's looked on Outside as an alien, Where its treatment makes honest men gag
It's treated the same as the harlot Who barters her body for
And carries it h...
The China Coast's a dumping ground And the South Sea gets its
Of the kind of men that don't make
The kind of man that never could The men that never care
A worthless, careless drinking lot Combed out from between the Poles
Looking for placer pangar, Loafing about in the hills,
Getting your grub with a rifle, Taking your drink from rills
Getting your bed from the spruce tree, Taking your course by your dreams,
Just camping alone in the mountains, Siwas...